Target W-06 was in Macau. That was the information from The Kitchen last night. And this morning Andalas was on the Hong Kong-Macau ferry. The Kitchen's description of this target was extensive.
He was a middle-aged man from Central Asia but resided in Turkey. He had been an international fugitive for years. He founded two world-class NGOs as a cover for their criminal activities.
He had a strong influence internationally because of his prowess in campaigning. He convinced the public that fossil fuel cartels were evil conspirators. He also successfully planted in the public mind that they were the source of earth's destruction. He toppled many CEOs of these oil companies by exposing their scandals. But at the same time, he received billions of dollars from covert oil companies that operate in many Middle Eastern and African countries.
The target of the W-06, which has been renamed to its Turkish name, Alp Bora, was the OWC cashier. Although he wasn't directly involved in terrorist activities around the world, Alp Bora was the mastermind of countless white-collar crimes, cybercrimes and extortions.
The Kitchen informed Andalas that Alp Bora traveled alone. He was the master of disguise. The Kitchen told Andalas to be very careful so he would not mistake Alp Bora with innocent people.
Andalas was stumped. It was more complicated than shooting at targets guarded by a battalion of troops. Moreover, a casino would be packed with people. How could he distinguish Alp Bora among so many people?
Andalas decided to trust his guts.
A man entered the Grand Lisboa Casino. He had medium build with a thick mustache and sideburns overing some of his face. The man wore earrings on his right and left ears. His shoes, watch and shiny gold necklaces screamed excessive. An eccentric bourgeoisie.
The man walked straight to chip exchange counter and took out half the contents of his bag for exchange. The cashier who served him shook his head at the behavior of this strange person who left with chips and coins worth half a million dollars. Rich people were weird.
The strange rich man headed to the dice game. He bet 10 thousand dollars for even numbers. Just in a moment the dealer took the chips. He put another 10 thousand dollars for the same bet. He lose again. But he kept doing the same thing over and over again until it took him less than an hour to have his $200,000 chip claimed by the dealer.
Andalas, who was forced to ask for 1 million dollars from The Kitchen for his capital to enter this luxury casino, continued to bet 10 thousand dollars on the same number. From behind his sunglasses, Andalas never paid attention to the gambling table. His eyes were warily probing the group of people who were busy gambling at this table.
Shortly before Andalas entered the casino, The Kitchen gave important information that Alp Bora loved dice games. That was why he was now wasting The Kitchen's money here. Other important information mentioned that Alp Bora had birthmark behind his left ear. The birthmark was in the form of a black spot in the shape of the letter B.
Andalas's sharp eyes finally made a discovery. The ordinary man who sit at the end of the table and only bet 500 dollars each game was Alp Bora.
Alp Bora bet for fun without any intention of winning. Andalas could see the behavior of the person who didn't care that the bet always lost and put down his 500-dollar chip again leisurely.
Alp Bora's style was very messy. Like an unruly Gypsy with long and disheveled hair. As he continued to play, Andalas tried to look for birthmark behind his ear.
He couldn't find the opportunity. Andalas decided that it was now or never. He couldn't afford to lose him. Alp Bora could change his disguises when he left the casino.
Andalas decided this was his last bet. His chips had run out and only ten left. There was a loud scream of joy when a fat man with glasses and neat appearance won. The man was paid by the dealer with a fantastic amount of 300 thousand dollars. The guy was placing 50 thousand dollars in each bet. Even crazier than him throwing away $500,000 without getting anything back.
Andalas heard rather loud whispers behind him. At first it was just passing.
"That person has been betting 50 thousand dollars every time he plays. Maybe he's spent millions of dollars but he's cheering for just getting 300 thousand dollars. Crazy guy!"
"Rich people are insane, my friend. Trust me!"
Andalas shrugged after his last 10 chips were gone by the dealer. He got up and took his bag. He already knew where he could take a shot. The Sako TRG 42 had been assembled and all parts were coated with special anti-metal detector sheet. He connected the rifle scope and the tip of the sniper rifle's barrel wirelessly to his X-One.
The Killer Hunter exchanged another few thousand dollars to be able to play on a video game port that only beginners played. The stakes were small, but the winning percentage was quite large.
Andalas placed his bag on the drinking table next to the video game port. The barrel of the Sako TRG 42 in the bag pointed to the dice table. While playing poker, Andalas opened the X-One. The infrared telescope in his bag turned on, which automatically made the gun barrel follow.
Andalas pointed the scope at the Gypsy. On the X-One monitor screen, the Gypsy's face looked sweaty. Maybe this time he was already hot because he lost so many times. The Gypsy turned to ask the waiter for a drink who was passing by. Andalas took aim.
Shit! There was no birthmark behind his left ear! Andalas lifted his finger from the trigger button on the X-One.
Another loud cheer was heard from the craps table. Andalas shifted the telescope. The fat man stood up and danced with great joy. Apparently, he won again. He kissed the beautiful woman who was standing next to him. Andalas choked. The chubby man had a birthmark like The Kitchen described! And the woman he kissed was no ordinary woman at all! The woman was his bodyguard!
Andalas pressed the trigger button with certainty.
There were screams and louder screams. But this time from the people around the dice table who were hysterical to see Alp Bora disguised as a fat man holding his bloody chest while looking in disbelief at his bodyguard. The fat man collapsed to his death. The woman didn't look panicked. She put her hand in her bag and her eyes darted here and there.
Andalas had left while carrying his bag. He walked out of the casino as if nothing had happened and dumped his bag containing the Sako TRG 42 in a large trash can in the parking lot and twisted the accelerator on his motorbike out of the Grand Lisboa Casino area.